"The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sunday, March 02, 2008

S A T U R D AY Ahhhhhhhh! SUNDAY!

I had a rather long Saturday up at 4:25 am for work. Then Easter dress shopping with Miss Littles. For those of you who don’t have little girls, this is a big deal. For those of you who have eight year old little girls I wonder if you are thinking what I was. "What on earth has happened to the sweet little Easter dresses!?" We struggled to find a dress that didn’t scream "Hey sailor in town for long? or Here’s to you Mrs. Robinson." After a long process of trying on several preselected dresses, my sister had started shopping with Miss L. an hour before I clocked out, and was more than disappointed with the selection. Miss L. was all over some of the "Oh Heck No dresses" I’m soooo not hip and she let me know that she doesn’t want to be a baby anymore she wants to grow up. I’m all for it except grown ups don’t have to look like that either. It seems to be harder and harder to explain why I am opposed to things that make my daughter look like a streetwalker. I might kind of be hyperbolize’n a bit here but those were some kind of wrong dresses. We also had to shoe shop. I hate shoe shopping with a passion. No I am not the kind of woman who thinks spending a ton of cash on shoes is needed to survive. I don’t like to look or touch feet ever, except for little baby feet. I wash my hands after putting on my shoes or touching my feet. Other people trying on shoes icks me out and the thought that they put the shoes on that I was about to try on is a nightmare.

After dinner at the mall we then started looking for dress shoes. Apparently those pretty shoes to go with the pretty dresses aren’t "IN" because we traveled from store to store. On a whim my sis suggested the Disney store so off we trekked to the Mecca of Mickey. Thank goodness for the nice lady who was willing to climb up to the mannequin to check to see if the shoes were her size. I was a long day of shopping but well worth the trip. Next year I’ll have to yield to a more grown up dress. This year is mine white gloves and all.

By the time we got home from the shopping expedition it was late and all I wanted to do was shower and sleep instead I put the worship slides together.

Sunday morning was a flurry of rushing kids to church. Nothing different I wake them make breakfast get me looking ok wake the boy again remind him to brush stuff he never looks as if he has but I try not to argue because we need to go I remind Miss L to brush her hair and pack for the day I remind her again and again I find myself sitting in the car making sure I’ve brushed things and packed for the day.

This morning I made a point to sit in the front row at church. Do folks sit in your front row? I wanted to keep an eye on how the pictures look on the slides. It’s what I do and I think it’s rather important to be sure that they aren’t going to mess anyone up. Sometimes the backgrounds can be a bit much and we’ve adjusted the screens.

You know how you sometimes listen to something and other times hear it. Today I heard it! My minister nailed it and nailed good. This one was from God and loud. I shed a few tears and had goose bumps. If you listen to him this one will get you. Too bad you can’t see it because the visual was dead on. If you know who he is and want a copy let me know I’ll send you the DVD.For those who might be wondering if I’m staying at my church the answer is yes. My son’s youth minister let me know that she can’t bear to see him go. He came home from John 3:16 mission charged up. One of the women who volunteers had some great things to say about his work with the mission. These are my brothers and sisters and they may have hurt me but I owe them grace and forgiveness. These are people who care and I need to be cared for.

5 comments:

Oh, yeah. I have an 8-year-old girl, so I feel ya. Honestly though, with 6 feet of snow piled up all around, I can't imagine we'll be in a mood to buy a pretty spring dress to wear in 3 short weeks! Bikini's and shorts coming around the bend, though. Uggghhhh!

I love shoe shopping, but I do know your dilemma. I carry antibiotic serums and wipes specifically for those events. I have been known to desparately intercept shoe-trying-on hands before they touch faces and such. I have also been known to use a wipe on the credit card after paying for such purchases - but don't tell anyone. ;)

Glad to hear you are finding some resolve with church relationships, too. Love covers a multitude of sin.

We have 8yo and a 6yo girls and I feel your pain. Fortunately, my better half does a good job of keeping them "in style" without sacrificing modesty. But I see that being more of a challenge as they get older.

This year's Easter dresses came from Justice for Girls. Ever shop there? Not too bad if you can ignore all the Hannah Montanna/HSM stuff. I think there's a store not too far from you.

Much grace and peace on you and your kids as you continue with your church situation. May he draw you closer to each other and to Him through all of this.

I found some great dresses at Burlington Coat Factory today that I think will be fine compromises for the girl's sense of "style" and my sense of everything else. They had a large selection of those traditional Eastery, Springy dressy, too. You got one of those nearby?

"Prophesy says that it is time to share some of the sacred traditions of our culture. The four colors of man will be coming together to unite and heal. Creator has given different gifts and responsibilities to each of the four colors. Ours is to help preserve Earth for all the children. Time is running out. It’s time to act."-Indigenous Spiritual Leaders of the Americas -